ok every time I saw hux’s first scene in the cinema I was like, hmm, about his facial expression but now I’ve had the opportunity to watch it repeatedly in HD gif form (thank you tumblr) I have Thoughts and here they are.
When he says, “if it’s on Jakku, we’ll soon have it” is he SMILING at Ren?? Or attempting to? He’s pleased they’ve got the information and confident they’re going to get shit done, and can’t keep it off his face. He says *we’ll* soon have it and maybe he assumes he and Ren will share some sort of prissy-fascist equivalent of a high five over it, like a bonding moment, but Ren’s just, “I leave that to you” and stalks off. Hux’s face DOES A THING, like, wow that was a mistake please let me die. I have done that face when I said something that assumed some sort of connection or mutual understanding or level of friendship but totally misjudged it. I feel your pain, Hux.
So now I’m constructing this elaborate headcanon where Hux was making the effort in this scene and got embarrassed when Ren didn’t respond and that set the tone for the rest of their relationship in the film. And also, because Hux and I are terrible people, the added dimension that Hux been waiting outside while Ren tortured Poe – and I wonder whose call that was – so maybe he was getting a bit carried away imagining it all and the evilboner lowered his defences to the point where he accidentally said something bordering on praise or camaraderie or terrified-socially-awkward flirting.
Good morning, I think too much about General Hux before breakfast.
No yeah I think you’re dead on, that’s honestly what kind of set the tone for their interactions for me was this moment where Hux is briefly like “good job, buddy! we’ll just pop the Finalizer on over to–” and Ren’s like “Yeah go do your job”
and we see Hux lookin kinda crushed tbh, like “oh god was that desperate? that was desperate oh fuck someone throw me out the airlock. oh fuck. ohhhh fuck.”
YES YES EXACTLY. Ren, you’re so mean. He’s been standing awkwardly out in that corridor for hours working up to this. Give him a break.
In the Yorkshire dialect (which I speak) the word “the” pretty much vanishes. It’s often written as “we go down t’mine” but the t’ is more of a glottal stop that a distinct noise.
I love to imagine Hux with a secret accent that loses words when he gets really REALLY angry and Kylo being like “I get that you’re angry but I have no idea what you just said.”
Mitaka speaks the same dialect and if Hux happens to get drunk at the same time as him, they become utterly incomprehensible. Phasma is convinced they’re making it up to fuck with her.
Just saying. It’s a common headcanon. And one that’s hella hot.
all this talk of monster!Kylo has me itching to write deep-sea eldritch horror Kylo of some description. Or at least Kylo somehow possessed by or thrall to Lovecraftian eldritch horror Snoke.
it’s blurring into the KBB stuff I’m working on, to the extent that I’m tempted to write it up as an alternate ending. Plot twist: Shit guys, Kylo’s been an octopus this whole time!
I love the “Hux has a cat” fanon because like…it’s not even a very Star Wars-y cat and we just sort of take it for granted like, there have to be cats in star wars even though it’s literally a galaxy far far away and we just give him an orange tabby. Like you know people are going to have conversations like, “Hux is off doing a top-secret mission to Corellia. Make sure his cat is fed.”
“His…lothcat?”
“No it’s just a cat.”
“A what?”
“Well it’s like a miniature nexu but calmer and less bitey.”
“You mean a pitten? I thought most of them died with Alderaan.”
“No it’s a cat. It’s like a cantrosian but smaller and not sentient.”
“Creepy…”
And you know eventually someone who’s visiting a First Order star destroyer is going to see Millicent skulking around and just point and go, “What the fuck is that?”
I have about 897757 headcanons crammed into this one picture. My favorite is about the sword but I’m too tired to write about it right now. I’ll try to make a post about them tomorrow along with the messages you sent me when I asked for ideas. That stupid painting took me 2 days and I don’t even like it. I was about to scrape the whole thing 3 times.
Kylo and Hux’s first kiss: what was it like? Tell me.
Their first kiss has been a long time coming.
Brief moments where it seemed inevitable – arguments that escalated between them, those awkward times where they found something in common, when they shared a victory, when they lamented a defeat – but, somehow, it never happened.
Then Starkiller Base is destroyed, and Hux rescues Ren, and suddenly there’s no denying that smoldering something that exists between them – so Hux leans down, tracing Kylo’s scar, not even intending to do that much. And Kylo reaches up, holding his hand briefly, and then they BOTH lean forward and close the distance.
And, strangely enough, the first kiss is awkward as heck. Just a brief press of lips. Until, OMG, they realize what happened and act on it again. And again. And their first kiss turns into their first make-out session.
They end up in a tangle on the trembling ground, all soft lips and searching tongues, every touch a question answered.
And yet despite the raw aching *newness* of it all, there exists a certain familiarity between them: they have already kissed each other in dreams, in the ragged ends of sleep-visions long forgotten.
A planet dies; two men bleed.
One sheds the blood of his body; the other, the ichor of his pride. Neither is intact, and perhaps neither will be so ever again.
But at that moment in time – that perfect moment when each one realizes that he loves the other like a fire, a maelstrom, like a helpless rage – their brokenness will cease to matter, and there will be only wholeness as they lace themselves together in the new-fallen snow.
So I just came across @kylostahp and @kdazrael ‘s ( sorry if this is weird sdlfjsklfdj ) discussion of Unknown Regions / Core Worlds culture and the weird class undertones between them, and especially the kind of upbringing Hux would have actually had, considering that the ones who fled to the Unknown Regions weren’t the low- or mid-level people or the civilians, for the most part. It was the soldiers. The officers. The sort of people you don’t generally found new cultures and civilizations with.
anD JUST. I’m so invested in this now? And I didn’t know I was. But I am so here for Hux to have learned much too young that to falter is to fail, and to fail is to die. For that knowledge having been ground into his bones.
Everything is a high-stakes game for him. He grew up hard-scrabble, blood-on-teeth, taught with a whip and a story of the Empire that was, the life that should have been theirs. His teachers were old soldiers. Survivors, not professors. They re-opened the military academies to preserve the echoes of their old glory, of course. Looking back on it, Hux recognizes the effort as almost pathetic: it’s like a prisoner, barred in their cell, screaming you haven’t stopped me! You haven’t! The entire point, he thinks, is that the Empire did fall. The entire point is that this time, it won’t.
So they re-open the academies. That’s well and good. But running a school is hard, and they’re already so pressed for resources. Where would they find the money for dedicated facilities? What they had were warehouses, empty hangars, running laps through the tunnels beneath the planet’s inhospitable surface, passing the cold eyes of their fellow wolves and monsters. The gentle did not live long there. If you weren’t good enough, you were gone. In the social order the students built, there is only hunter and hunted. Their commandments are not ones of peace; their catechisms do not promote harmony or joy. The students practice the verses until they know it by rote. Take the jeers, the fists-on-ribs; tear the teeth from their mouths. Be the best, or you are nothing. Be what the Empire should have been. These children learned how to ration too young. They learned how to fill themselves instead with stories of glory, of what was, of what should have been.
“I get that you’re angry but I have no idea what you just said.”
dispatches from the dumpster 